Turn me on, dead man prologue (READ THIS FIRST)

PROLOGUE
Rain tacks against the windshield. Wiper-blades rub and groan in the turbulence. The road winds about gyrating, twisting. Daniel’s head bobs skillfully, expertly and enthusiastically. Henry Falconer’s foot presses down on the accelerator. He hears the drums, droning in slowly from across the horizon, then creeping up behind them, steadily rising. He wonders agape in ecstasy as they pass a large patch of dark woods if there are any owls watching them. That would be perfect.
The owl is the illuminated one, it sees in the dark. The drums beat, beat, beat. He closes his eyes just for a moment, head lolling back, just for a moment. He watches the road. Catholics believe that every wad that isn't shot during intercourse between a man and a woman is murder. He almost laughs, watch the road he tells himself, watch the road. In this greatest of moments when flesh is joined to flesh, Daniel becomes Moloch, the ancient deity in whose name countless children were sacrificed at Carthage millennia ago. He allows his eyes to close, just for a moment, just at the right moment. Fire. Inferno. Owls. Bloody teeth. No teeth, no teeth, don‘t think about teeth. The bombs drop. The drums boom and thunder and … crash.
Crash?
The airbag punches him in his face, he never saw it coming. Daniel’s face lies limp on his cock. A fine powder envelopes the inside of the car, like the opening of an ancient tomb. A tomb for kings, a tomb of everlasting life. In a moment he can shake it off, in a moment. The voice of a woman (boo and hiss) comes out of the backseat, no, the radio, or…
“Mr. Falconer, this is OnStar we've been notified that you were in an accident. Are you okay, sir?”
He tries to talk but it’s hard for him to move his jaw for some reason, it all comes out vowels at first like talking to a dentist.
“I’m sending help, right away,” the voice declares.
“Oh no, no, no, no, no,” he says, straining, “wait, wait, wait. I want you … ohh … to do something for me. I want you to type in my name with my password M-O-L-O-C-H, got it? What’s it say?”
“It says KMA, sir.”
“Do you know what that means?”
“Uh, yes I do sir.”
“Yeah? Well it means Kiss My Ass in case you forgot. I’ll handle this, and you’re just going to forget all about it, right?”
“Yes, sir, anything you wish, sir.”
He manages to move Daniel off him and gets out of the car. He must have drifted into the oncoming lane, there was a bend just ahead, he didn’t even see the other car. Within a couple seconds he’s on his phone.
“Yeah this is Falconer. I need some help, I uh … I really fucked up here. This is, this is … goddamn Chappaquiddick, right here. Okay, thank you. Come quick, we’re just out here in the middle of the road where anyone can see.”
He closes his phone. Dumb, he says to himself, dumb, dumb, dumb. He wanders around to take a look at the other driver. He’s a bloody mess. He’s dead, there’s no question about it. Daniel too. He says a secret little prayer to ensure the ghosts of the two men don’t wander too far from here and if they do wander, the only place to go is down.